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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.