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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.