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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.