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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Fear,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.