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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.