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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.