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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.