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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.