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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.