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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.