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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.