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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.