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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.