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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Faust,
Erasure,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.