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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.