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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.