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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Standells,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Index,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.