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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.