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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.