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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.