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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.