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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.