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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
The Monks,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Gong,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.