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 Dominica 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.