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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Television,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.