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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.