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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.