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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Organ,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.