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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Magma,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.