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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '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 Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.