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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.