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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.