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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.