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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.