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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Moebius,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Index,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.