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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.