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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.