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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.