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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.