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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.