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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.