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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.