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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.