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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.