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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.