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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.