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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.