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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Victims to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.