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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Pole,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.