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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.