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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.