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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.