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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Can,
PIL,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.