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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.