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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.