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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Television,
Monolake,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.