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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.