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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.