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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.