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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.