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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
X-101,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.