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 China and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.