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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
X-101,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.