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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.