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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.