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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.