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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
cv313,
PIL,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.