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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Make Up 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 grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.