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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.