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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.