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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.