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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.