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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.