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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.