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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
June Days,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.