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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.