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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Erasure,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.