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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Crime,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.