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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.