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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.