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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.