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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.