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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.