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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.