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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.