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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.