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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.