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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.