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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.