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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.