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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.