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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.