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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.