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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.