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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.