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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.