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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.