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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.