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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.