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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Niagra,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.