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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.