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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.