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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
the Normal,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.