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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.