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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.