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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.