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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.