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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
X-102,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.