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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
X-102,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Index,
cv313,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.