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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.