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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.