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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.