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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
10cc,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Television,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.