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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.