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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.