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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wake to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Organ,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.