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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.