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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.