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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.