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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.