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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.