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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Franke 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.