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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.