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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Mars,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.