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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.