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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.