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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Motions,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.