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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.