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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.