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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 808 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
the Association,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.