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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.