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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.