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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.