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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.