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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.