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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.