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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.