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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.