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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.