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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Kinks to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Q65,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.