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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.