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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.