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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.