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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.