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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.