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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Index,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.