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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Wire,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.