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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
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.