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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
PIL,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.