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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.