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 Zambia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.