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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.