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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.