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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.