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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.