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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.