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 Philippines 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.