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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.