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 Chile 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.