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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage 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 grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.