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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.