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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.