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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ohio Players 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pagans,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.