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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.