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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Angry Samoans 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Rakim,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.