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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.