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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.