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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.