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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.