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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.