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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Ken Boothe 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.