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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.