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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.