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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.