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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.