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 Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Roxette to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Japan,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.