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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.