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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.