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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
June Days,
Hoover,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.