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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All John Holt 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 disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.