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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.