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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.