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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Index,
Mars,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.