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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.