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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.