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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.