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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.