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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.