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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.