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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.