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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.