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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.