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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.