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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
the Association,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.