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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Nas,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.