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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.