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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.