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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.