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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.