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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.