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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.