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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.