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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.