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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Cymande,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.