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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.