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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Associates to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.