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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.