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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.