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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.