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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Zapp,
AZ,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.