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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.