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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.