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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.