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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Gladiators to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
PIL,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.