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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Simply Red 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.