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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Wings,
Erasure,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Japan,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.