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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.