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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.