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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.