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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
The Saints,
The Remains,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.