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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.