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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Can,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.