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 Guinea and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.