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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.