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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.