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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
MC5,
Unwound,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.