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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.