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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.