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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Faust,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.