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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.