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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.