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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.