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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.