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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Icehouse,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.