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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Heaven 17 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.