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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Crime,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.