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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.