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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.