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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.