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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.