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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.