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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.