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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.