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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.