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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.