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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Slave,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.