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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.