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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Can,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.