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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Aswad 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.