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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Index,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.