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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.