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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.