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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.