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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
The Index,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.