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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.