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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.