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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Q65,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.