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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.