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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Nas,
Section 25,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
The Sound,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.