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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.