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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 ABC to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Index,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.