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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.