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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.