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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.