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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
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.