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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.