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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Can,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.