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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.