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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.