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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.