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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.