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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.