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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Television,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.