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 China and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.