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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.