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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.