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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.