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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.