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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Crime,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Index,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.