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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.