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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.