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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.