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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.