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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.