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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.