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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
DNA,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Television,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.