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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.