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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.