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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.