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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.