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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.