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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.