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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.