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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.