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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Slave to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Slave,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.