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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.