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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.