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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Index,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.