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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.