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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.