Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.