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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.