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 United States and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Organ 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
The Move,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.