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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Thompson Twins 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.