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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Can,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
The Human League,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.