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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Portland and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.