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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.