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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.