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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.