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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.