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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.