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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.