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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.