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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Pole,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.