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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.