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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Section 25,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.