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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.