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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.