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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.