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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.