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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.