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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.