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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.