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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.