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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.