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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Skriet,
UT,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.