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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.