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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.