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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.