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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Victims,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.