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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.