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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.