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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
DNA,
AZ,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.