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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Can,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Wire,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.