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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.