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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.