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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.