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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Pole,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Slave,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Fear,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.