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 Mongolia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.