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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.