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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.