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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.