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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.