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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.