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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.