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 France 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Nico,
Scientists,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.