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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
UT,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.