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 United States and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.