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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.