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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Crime,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.