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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Television,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Oneida,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.