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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
UT,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.