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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.