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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.