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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.