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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.