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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.