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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.