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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
The Fall,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.