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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.