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 Oman 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.