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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.