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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.