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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.