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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.