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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Fear,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.