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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.