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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.