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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.