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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
X-102,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.