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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.