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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.