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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.