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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.