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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.