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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.