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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.