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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.