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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.