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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.