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 Tajikistan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.