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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Audionom,
The Names,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.