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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.