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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.