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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.