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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.