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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.