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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.