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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Underground Resistance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.