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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.