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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.