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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.