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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.