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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Brick,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.