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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Names,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.