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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.