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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.