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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.