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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Japan,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.