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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Leaves 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.