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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Ludus,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.