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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.