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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.