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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
MDC,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.