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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders 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?
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.