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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.