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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.