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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.