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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.