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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.