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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.