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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.