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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.