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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.