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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.