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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Scion,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.