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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.