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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.