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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.