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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.