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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Gong,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.