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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.