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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.