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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.