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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Visage,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
CMW,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.