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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.