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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Japan,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.