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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.