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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
UT,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.