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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.