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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.