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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.