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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.