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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.