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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.