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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.