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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.