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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
The Associates,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.