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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.