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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.