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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.