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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.