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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
June Days,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.