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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.