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 Kenya and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.