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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.