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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Scion,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.