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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.