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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.