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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things 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?
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.