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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.