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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the jazz 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.