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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.