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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.