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 Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.