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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.