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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.