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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.