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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
PIL,
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.