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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.