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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.