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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.