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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.