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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Can,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.