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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Can,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.