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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.