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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.