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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Japan,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.