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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
X-101,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.