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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.