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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.