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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.