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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.