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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.