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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.