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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.