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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.