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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Wings,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
the Human League,
cv313,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Slave,
UT,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.