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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.