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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.