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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.