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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.