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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.