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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Brick,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.