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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Monks,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.