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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.