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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
UT,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.