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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.