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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.