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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.