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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.