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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.