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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Nas,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.