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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.