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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.