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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.