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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.