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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.