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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.