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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.