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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.