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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.