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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Monks,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Wings,
The Monks,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Roxette,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.