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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.