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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.