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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.