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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Ronan,
Fear,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.