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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.