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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.