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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.