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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.