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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
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.